Vanessa Greenfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Sometimes I hates ‘em, sometimes I cheers – they’re survivors, y’know? Livin’ raw, no fancy degrees, just guts. “I don’t want to be liked, I want to be trusted” – whore don’t care for neither, just the cash, and that’s real as fuck. Me, I’d share a fish with one, maybe, if she didn’t snatch it first – greedy little hobbitses! So yeah, whore’s a mess, a queen, a ghost – all twisty like me brain. What’s you think, eh? Hiss!

Early life

Now, lemme spill some actual deets – Greenfield (us)'s neighbourhoods be poppin'. Westside, where the locals hang at Mulberry Lane, is mad busy. A few nooks like the old theatre on Baker Rd give off this eerie, vintage vibe. I once got proper surprised by a flash mob there – mad fun and all! And then there's the East End, proper artsy, a bit quirky and defo peaceful. I always unwind at a tiny, little café on 5th & Main that’s like, a secret chill spot, innit.

Speaking of Nature: A surprise in my maple tree: Porcupines just want to find something tasty to eat and be left alone